I don't understand this.
You don't understand these.
The Cowboy is a city kid.
The City Kid is me.
I was nothing. Now I'm something.
Wish I wasn't. Woe is me.
Why should I be anything?
The pain will set me free.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
They say it's always getting better,
but it's never good enough.
The window pane is getting wetter.
Dry it off and toughen up.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
The sun was set, but now it's rising.
Raging fires have fallen low.
But wait till darkness comes reprising,
and blazing flames in flurries flow.
Blows to the head!
May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
I don't understand this.
You don't understand these.
The Cowboy is a city kid.
The City Kid is me.
I was nothing. Now I'm something.
Wish I wasn't. Woe is me.
Why should I be anything?
The pain will set me free.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
They say it's always getting better,
but it's never good enough.
The window pane is getting wetter.
Dry it off and toughen up.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
The sun was set, but now it's rising.
Raging fires have fallen low.
But wait till darkness comes reprising,
and blazing flames in flurries flow.
Blows to the head!
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